The scent of crumbling paper, fresh ink, and the mustiness of old books greets you as you walk into the shop. This tiny bookstore is crammed with books of every description from floor to ceiling, spilling out of bookshelves, crowded onto tabletops and counters, and piled up on the floor. In the back, the proprietor has just stepped away for a smoke in the tiny allee that runs behind the shop. Feel free to select an item from the bookcase and have a seat in the wingback chair or the red leather chair for as long as you like. The cat may come to sit with you if you're lucky.